The System Output

The system had an input

Bullets at a man

The response is the output

Make your statement grand

The man he was scratched

the assassin he got shot

Many Questions were asked

About just how far he got

The answers they really stank

There is much to be said

The Excuses are so very rank

By a Thousand talking heads

Each tells a tragic mystery

Of how the great hero fails

To stop a bit of history

How they tried, each one wails

Once more, no communication

You cant just talk to me

Don’t you get the insinuation

I’m much higher than simple thee

What is the method done

To protect a valued life

First is to be a humble one

And listen to all the strife

This process has an output

in a cardboard box its held

The incinerator ash of a crook

Whose soul is bound for hell